My anxiety is like a guardian angel. A constant companion. Every possible worst case scenario is played out in my head. Going to Waitrose, getting my bag stolen! Taking the dog of the leash, she runs off and is hit by a car.
This one by far was the worst. My son told me he was going to a club for a party, it was a month away. I had already, pictured him at the club, his drink being spiked, he was in intensive care, I was at the nightclub, shouting at them, I was suing them! Going to the press!.
I try to tell my self that the chances of these events occurring are rare, but the devil in my head, keeps nagging!